Right before I woke up this morning, in that weird time where you're sort of halfway awake and realize that you're dreaming something but you aren't actually awake yet, I had a dream. I was on a New York Subway line by myself in a car that was mostly empty except for a few non-threatening old men at the other end. I knew that I had to change out of my pajamas and into my normal clothes by a certain stop. I started changing, and kept on hearing announcements about "this is the ______ street station. For an emergency map, please press the black button." My station got closer and closer, but I couldn't speed up the changing process. I wasn't particularly worried about that, but knew that it was a problem.

Then my alarm went off. I don't know if I finished in time or not. But if changing clothes is a metaphor for finishing my senior thesis, my dream might be a bad sign.

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